The world has become sad because a puppet was once melancholy. The nihilist, that strange martyr who has no faith, who goes to the stake without enthusiasm, and dies for what he does not believe in, is a purely literary product. He was invented by Turgenev, and completed by Dostoevsky. Robespierre came out of the pages of Rousseau as surely as the People's Palace rose out debris of a novel. Literature always anticipates life. It does not copy it, but moulds it to its purpose.
Oscar WildeTo regret oneโs own experiences is to arrest oneโs own development. To deny oneโs own experiences is to put a lie into the lips of oneโs own life. It is no less than a denial of the soul.
Oscar Wilde